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Bound, Tome 2: Bound by Legend

Description ajoutée par feedesneige 2016-11-01T03:30:40+01:00


When demons show up there will be hell to pay…

At nineteen Morgan has already faced more loss than she can handle and has more experience living on the street than she wants. Unable to do anything other than keep on the move in order to hide from the demons that hunt her, she guards her heart and emotions carefully. But when the demons start talking to her and calling her by a name from another life, things spiral beyond her control.

Lucian, an ancient dark angel who has seen his fair share of lives, is happy being a free agent until he’s assigned to Morgan. Determined to do everything on her own, she’s unlike any channel he’s ever met.

As the danger mounts and a demon prepares to open a gateway to the underworld, Morgan must find a way to overcome her past in order stop him. Offered what her heart desperately wants, and holding a key that will close the gate but open another, Morgan struggles find the strength to make the right choice.

*Though this is book two of the series, it can be read as a stand alone*

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Extrait ajouté par feedesneige 2016-11-01T03:37:15+01:00

Chapter One

A DESTINATION DIDN’T matter, as long as Morgan stayed on the move. She trudged through the snow and slushy puddles aimlessly as she wandered the path of the park. If it was the path. With the ground covered in a foot of white, there was no way to be sure.

She glanced at the sky. Ugh. Hopefully, this would be the last of the snow. It was April for heaven’s sake. Of course, in Denver, that meant little. Pulling her ragged coat tighter around her neck, she hunched her shoulders against the cold. The icy flakes still made their way through the narrow gap between her double layered stocking caps and the collar of the hoodless coat.

There were others like her in the park, those with no destination. Those who could do little other than wait out the cold snap and hope they didn’t freeze to death during it. Morgan avoided them. Some were nice, others though…they couldn’t be trusted and it could be difficult to tell which was which until it was too late. It wasn’t such a problem this time, not with Lucy to warn her.

Morgan’s gaze swept what she could see of the park through the big, heavy flakes. At least she couldn’t sense any demons. More and more of them seemed to be infesting the city. Enough that she’d had to abandon everything immediately after Arabrim’s death. Not that it mattered. This wasn’t the first time Morgan had lived on these streets.

An odd looking lump, covered with snow on a bench caught her attention. Too small to be a person unless it was a child, which was possible. Despite what people wanted to think, there were indeed a few children out here. “What do you think it is, Lucy?”

Beside her, the Rottweiler wagged her stubby tail. The dog didn’t seem disturbed or interested in the bench. Morgan approached cautiously.

The lump didn’t move. Please, Higher Powers, don’t let it be another frozen person. She reached slowly for the lump and gave it a shove. It gave beneath her hand, coating her thin knit glove in snow. Well, at least it wasn’t a person. It was something soft and squishy. She picked it up and shook it.

A coat! A warm one, by the looks of it. Someone must have shed it this morning when the weather had warmed enough to not need one and then forgotten it when they left. It even had a hood attached. Unable to believe her luck, Morgan shook it vigorously to dislodge the accumulated snow. Lucy backed away, closing her eyes against the flying wetness. With a laugh, Morgan brushed the collected flakes off the dog’s face. Slipping the thin straps of the worn backpack with a tightly rolled sleeping bag tied to it off her shoulder, Morgan dropped it next to her feet and gave the coat another shake.

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